You’ve got your Hell’s teeth smiling at you. It keeps your brain safe,as it all eats at your face and don’t worry,we’ll blur it out and no one ever will know, oh no,This is my beautiful show and everything is shot in slo-motion Slo-Mo-tion, by Marilyn Manson
Mariana
25 / Female / Kentucky, United States
Bisexual / Broken Hearted
Member since:
Apr 10, 2017
Last online:
Sep 12, 2017
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About Me
I'm 18, recently graduated, I have a very bad conciousness but I'm trying to fix that in therapy, life sucks. Just got heartbroken, third actual heart break at age 18? Not fun.
Existancial crisis are me
Therapy is for my depersonalization or mild episodic depression so there's that.
I actually enjoy therapy tho, there's an uncommon opinion.
Bye
Favourite Music
Panic! At the Disco
Pierce the Veil
Marina and the diamonds
Falling in reverse
DODIE CLARK
Likin Park
I Prevail
Tøp
Say Anything
Alexander Hamilton
Hispanic/Latino music XD
Favourite Films / TV / Books
The flash
Riverdale
Doctor who
Sherlock
The crown
Jane the virgin
Scorpion
13 reasons why
Inception
The imitation game
Doctor strange
To all the boys I've loved before.
We are the ants
Anything by John Green.
Anything by Rick Riordan.
Just Y/A really
Education / Occupation
About to graduate highschool then most likely a year of collage in Kentucky.
In reality i just want to be a chorus teacher but I don't think I'll even be alive till then so what's the point?
Occupation: procrastinator, disappointment but really good listener.
Who I'd Like To Meet
Brandon Urie
Doddie Clark
Dan and Phil
Benedict Cumberbatch
Philip de Franco
I don't have anyone to vent to.
I don't have anything to do. So I guess I'll type here.
Want a sob story? Keep reading.
When I was 14 I met this guy. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, when his medals stopped working and his dosages doubled, he told me I could keep him smiling without anti depressants. When the illness finally got to me and I became affected, he was with me for my first therapy session. For two years we were in love, discussing the unimportance of reality and dealing with our shitty families and then I moved. I moved 7,000 miles away. A distance going so great we didn't know day from night, because when I went to bed he had just gotten up. Yet we worked, we worked and we talked and we stayed for six months. We worked until we didn't. We gave up. That's when two more years with no speeches passed by until I returned. And we bumped into each other, in the span of two hours we had managed to make up for two years. We caught up and shared stories and made each other laugh so hard I began to think that all that time before I never did but a smile. And then it was back. All the feeling, all the love and the lust. It was all there. And for a moment it was there for him too.
He gave me hope, he said he still loved me, he said he always will.
He reminded me of our future, of our plans. He made all the people I had been with since him disappear, in the span of two hours he made me regret every guy and girl y had loved since then because they were all a lie. On that one day. He made me love him again.
Today marks a month from that day. And from my whole love story what I haven't mentioned is that the night of that day he told me he was seeing someone and how he had to choose.
Today marks a month from that day. And I am sitting here waiting on his phone call or text. Instead of worrying about what schoolarship I should apply to next.
Today marks a month from that day. And I have turned down 3 guys and 2 girls that asked for my number at a party because he asked me to wait.
Today marks a month from that day. And I can still feel his lips warm against mine right before he told me that they belonged to someone else.
Today marks a month from that day.
And he still hasn't made a choice.
